She was the dream that never ended
Her garden was always well tended
Technicolor flowers and trees
Birds and bees.
But in the distance the shadowman danced
when the sun set in the sky
He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild
Their child together
A link they couldn’t sever
For they were divorced and divided
The shadows grew when the moonchild rose
The shadowman had the night, she had the day
But the shadowman kept the child from her
if the child chose it would be midnight forever
and the shadowman was manipulative and clever
His son he always spoilt with many gifts
but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother
He will never hurt her or any other.
But sometimes on an eclipse
the moonchild steals the suns light
and his father and mother fight
But he always gives it back.
because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild
and he has to let it go
So the sun will again glow.

I am the moonchild
That roams this earth
I am the moonchild
That bathes in the night's inky depths,
In moon-lit rivers
I am the moonchild that haunts your dreams
And in your wake
I am the moonchild
Who makes you feel more than just pain
I am the moonchild
Who runs wildly through the night
As if I were a young child a circus
I am the moonchild
Love me for who I am, basking in the moon light